It is lovely to be reminded of the awe of the earth we walk upon. I’ve been caught up in my own thoughts and mind and haven’t stopped to think about the earth, I have been enjoying the moon. Reminding me I haven’t given much thought to the sun lately either! Thank you. 🤩
There is a sense of peace
that comes from not being able
to solve life's biggest questions
It is lovely to be reminded of the awe of the earth we walk upon. I’ve been caught up in my own thoughts and mind and haven’t stopped to think about the earth, I have been enjoying the moon. Reminding me I haven’t given much thought to the sun lately either! Thank you. 🤩
With the weapon of our knowing laid down,
We see no thing left to fight
For or against…
We finally surrender
Our dogma,
Our agendas,
Our shame
Our fear
We finally trust
Our pain
Our hurts,
Our hearts
The unfolding of our lives.
Perhaps we are not made
to hold the universe—
only to brush it lightly
with our trembling hands.
a poem in itself that flowed, not necessarily to be integrated into the community poem. I gave a fragment for that
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Whisper to Mystery
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If the canyon dreams,
does it dream of the river —
or of the stars?
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If breath can carve stone,
what might patience carve in me?
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I wonder—
what if existence is not a riddle to solve,
but a vastness to soften into?
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What if every unanswerable question
is not a flaw in the design,
but the invitation home?
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I stand here —
small,
fleeting,
fiercely alive —
and bow
to all I will never contain.
Why do I ache, why do I hold fear when everything is Divinely made?
Bow
Indeed ,
To all
That can never
Be known
And also
To all that can
Be felt
face washed, edges softening
I walk leaving no footprints behind
only love has this power
to see joy in a pebble
and know the pebble
is you
In me I can feel the ripple of mystery as it washes through me
Bringing me closer to the
source of creativity
Walk slow
Stay soft my friend and let the river of life
that’s still a mystery touch you
and fall into your cupped hands
Do not rush my friend
for then you will not make space for miracles
You don’t have time to rush
You see,
when you do that, you loose connection
with yourself and what really matters in your life
So often, we just charge forward
Not even knowing where we are going
But why, my friend?
Why do you charge ahead? Where are you going?
As if there’s this important mission that needs to be fulfilled so fast!
But what if your only real mission is to stay connected?
Connected to yourself
and to the unpredictable flow of life
I mean, we don’t know what’s coming
We know what has been
and we know what we don’t want
But we do not know where life will lead us
so, it’s time to slow down my friend
Listen to the voice within trying to be heard,
gently whispering “are you there?”
asking your heart to soften
Soften into life’s vulnerability
Soften into the mystery
allowing it to unfold into your own cupped hands
Carrying it
Breathing with it
Blessing it
And love what is
In the silent stillness I feel the Ocean of mystery cup it’s hands
To gently hold the muse of creativity
For me to drink out of
Filling myself with it’s Devine essence
It moves through my whole body
And yet
At times
Instead of peace
I feel dread
And aloneness
Such that I want to scream
I want to hide
When this is around
There is no awe
Simply pain
And I do my best
To remember
That this experience
Is also part of life
On this rock